Planting

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on January 12, 2008 0 Comments

I dig

into the earth.

I strive

to gain some advantage

over hard, packed dirt,

laced, with rough-edged

stones.

 

Three packets of seeds

left,

from early Spring,

laying aside.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

 

Clouds gather

overhead,

threatening to brust.

Torrents of tears

stream silently down.

My face a brazen revelation

of an anguished soul.

 

The clouds

too heavy, drops their cold rain.

I allow my tears

to become intermingled.

 

With cracked voice

I cry,

“My love. Oh! My love.”

Reluctantly I forsake my toil.

 

Turning away,

I look down

at my heavy black dress,

my stomach protruding.

My sole consolation is;

knowing,

when a seed is planted,

it sprouts forth

in beauty.

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